Rogue Romance Novels & Stories

He sure had his work cut out for him. Any one being a Rogue or a renegade was despised in the werewolf community. There was not much difference between the two terms. The High council branded all those who do not adhere to the laws of the werewolf community as Rogues. It included wolves who got kicked out from their packs or those who decided to leave them on their accords. Renegade, on the other hand, were rogues who like to hurt, use their abilities to kill mindlessly. Ryan happened to be elated when he first spotted his mate, but got frustrated beyond reason when he could not find her for a year. But when he did, it was to find she was the one thing that he despised the most. All his thou

“No, I don’t care that you’re a rogue. Though I am curious how you ended up becoming one. Besides that I don’t belong to Alpha Claude's pack I’m from Howling Moon, ” Instead of telling me how he became a rogue he leans in and kisses me. Our kiss starts off gentle and slowly but soon becomes more demanding and desperate. Hands search for buttons and zippers to take off garments. Pieces of cloth that don’t come off easily or quick enough get torn off. Before long we are naked on my bed. We look at each other. I can see Rover’s body is battle hardened and scarred. “I’m not a virgin,” I blurt out. “Teach me what you like, I’ll do my best to not disappoint and in the near future to forget whoever

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

He nodded his head and led me to the chair and instructed the three of us to sit down, "we don't have much time because I've been given until sun down to get moving. If the three of you were anybody else I wouldn't have cared to have the decency to speak to any of you, but you all mean something to me. Actually, I'm lying, Amelia and Lexy, you mean shit to me but because my love over here finds great comfort in you, I will treat you well." I couldn't say anything because what the hell was I supposed to say? I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that so called Wade was actually my Romeo and my Saviour all at once. How the fuck was that possible? "My name is Wade and I'm a rogue w

"Are you not a part of a pack then?" "Ha, Goddess, no, we are all rogues here." "Rogues?" I felt dense, but I needed to know what the troupe was talking about if I heard these words. "A rogue is a werewolf with no pack of their own. Sometimes it's by choice, or they are forced to leave their pack. There are many reasons for someone to be a rogue. Once I became a rogue in France, I decided to come to America for a fresh start. Once I stepped foot on this soil, and I saw how many rogues there were here, I decided to make a home for as many as I could."

I Arrived at the shadow-core pack’s main driveway, I got a call from Gary Saithe telling me to get my ass over here, Gary is A Vampire -werewolf hybrid known as Alpha to his band of misfit rogues that he likes to keep as pets, his pack was no laughing stock nor to be taken lightly as all pack leaders feared him but Mostly Feared the rogues that he took in as his own members - they were a different sort of breed, not just one race. But a mixture of good and bad. - I killed the Roaring engine to my black sports car and stepped out of the driver’s side straightening out my matching black suit that fitted around me so well. A lingering scent hung in the passing breeze, I took a deep breath inhal

“This rogue has no backbone I see, just another mutt that we need to dispose of.” I raised my eyebrow, carefully raising my forcefield as I watched them approach me, my tone laced with a loud growl. “You may think I’m a rogue with unworthy breading, but I don’t want to be a stupid Luna. Take the alpha for all I care. I don’t want him.” The blonde growled, clenching her painted nails at her side. “Don’t disrespect him in my presence mutt.”

Damien’s POV “Come on, get in. I can give you a ride to the nearest town.” It was a kind offer but I knew better than to interact with Rogues. They had a way of luring you in, especially the females. They would use their charm and then before you know it, they would be tearing you apart or so I had heard. “You’re a Rogue” I could tell by her scent. I start walking and she drives along by my side “Yes, you are right, but I don’t do anything about it. I live as a human”

For two years, everyone believed I was dead. And maybe, in a way, I was. I disappeared after making one of the most foolish and reckless mistakes of my life. I trusted the wrong man. Jacob Draven. Our uncle. The Rogue King. He was ruthless enough to experiment on Rogues, twisting their bodies and minds until they became ferals—mindless creatures that knew nothing but bloodshed and destruction. And for a while, I unknowingly helped him. By the time I discovered the truth, it was already too late. Kael and Lyra eventually found Jacob, brought his reign of terror to an end, and killed him.

Rogues steer clear of human towns and other wear wolves are unlikely to try to invade for risk of exposing themselves. Following Darien inside he shows me where I can put my clothes and shift. I call Braxton forward, feeling him pass through me and take control. Light grey hair sprouting all over my body, joints snapping, I’m brought to my knees. Twisting and contorting my body changing shape. It wasn’t as painful this time and within a few minutes I was once again a passenger in my body.